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Worth all 9:36

This is how you win at dancing.

If the creators of LOST have any decency, they’ll one day reunite Jin, Sun, and Ji Yeon, and the scene will be one of such emotion that their entire family will be crying big fat Korean tears of unimaginable joy—Ji Yeon little childlike tears, Sun great womanly tears, and Jin the kickass manly tears that only a full blooded Korean manly man can cry. That’s the Korean way, and the writers of LOST ignore it at their peril.

Of course, it’s also the Korean way to follow this moment by having one or more of them die tragically while the rest live on. In any case, crying will be involved. And I’ll be ready to wipe the snot away with the back of my hand—you sick, sick bastards. Goddammit, I love this show. *sniff!* Bastards…

CANTINA
The current management of this rather seedy venue doesn’t much care about appearances, apparently. Nonetheless, it’s become one of the hottest spots in the area, attracting surly alcoholics from all around. A variety of local acts, the vast majority unrelentingly terrible, play here every Tuesday night. Coincidentally, it’s Tuesday night.

A host of unsavory-looking people makes up your audience for the night. They’re all staring at you expectantly.

A fake plastic guitar lies on the ground in front of you.

Bolted to the wall is a television screen, dark and forboding.

>get guitar
You pick up the guitar.

The crowd around you quiets down, an expectant hush settling over the room.

>wait
Time passes.

The screen flickers to life, revealing a grid with five columns and colored circles falling down them. Music begins to blast from the speakers.

A yellow circle slides down the screen.

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